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This terrifying fluctuation caused Wei Zixu and Ji Ruxue to change their expressions on the spot, with frightened looks on their faces.

Wei Zixu lost his voice and said: "Grandpa!"

He was naturally shocked by this sudden conspiracy and worried about Wei Zifu's safety.

Although Ji Ruxue said nothing, she was extremely worried in her heart. After all, Wei Zifu had watched him grow up since he was a child. He was almost the same if he wasn't his grandfather.

Ji Ruxue's eyes were red as she thought about the little things she loved when she was a child, but she still forced herself to endure it. After all, she hadn't reached the last step yet, and it was just out of disadvantage.

At this time, Wei Zifu was in mid-air. The cane and club that were about to fall were pulled by an inexplicable force and could not fall at all.

Not only that, his whole body was shrouded in black spiritual power, restricting his freedom.

Under the black spiritual power, there is an invisible barrier. This is the fundamental restriction on Wei Zifu, and it is also the trick that Wu Fu said.

Wu Fu had a smile on his face at this time. Once he fell into the trap, he was confident that he would win the battle. This was a skill he had practiced hard for twenty years and was his strongest back-up weapon.

Looking at the increasingly solid and solid barrier, Wu Huo's last bit of worry completely disappeared, and he felt completely relieved.

As for Su Yan, he didn't take it seriously at all. He was so young and had such a high level, otherwise the foundation would be unstable and it would be useless.

What's more, Su Yan has a grudge against Wei Zifu. There was a big battle just now, how could he possibly save Wei Zifu.

"Wei Zifu, my sacrificial skills are okay!"

It turns out that the secret technique used by Wu Fu is the technique of sacrifice. This is the top secret technique of the witch clan and can only be practiced by high priests.

Wei Zifu also had a gloomy look on his face, and his eyes were full of turbidity. He naturally understood the power of this sacrificial technique.

It is rumored that the art of sacrifice is the supreme secret art of the witch clan. Once it is perfected and formed into a formation, it can burn everything in the world and make the gods and ghosts tremble with fear.

Although there is a suspicion of exaggeration, it also shows that this must be an extremely powerful secret technique.

"I didn't expect that you would still learn the art of sacrifice twenty years later!"

Hearing this, Wu Fu's eyes turned cold as he thought of the pain of cultivation he had suffered in the past twenty years, but all of it turned into sweetness today.

"Hmph, I have been practicing hard for twenty years just to kill you today and to shame Yixue back then!"

"You and I were in a draw back then, how could you say it was a shame?"

"No, even though you and I had a draw back then, our Wu Clan was still defeated. This was a shame. We were expelled three thousand miles away. This shame has been in the hearts of everyone in the Wu Clan for twenty years!"

Wu Fu's eyes became more and more wild, and he took off the black robe and hat on his head, revealing his rich black hair.

Although his face is very scary, like a worm squirming, from the outline and even the hairstyle, he is extremely handsome, and he does not look like a figure of Wei Zifu's generation at all.

When Wei Zifu saw Wu Fu's appearance, he was extremely shocked and murmured: "I didn't expect that your appearance has not changed after twenty years!"

Even a strong person cannot escape the blade of time and will still grow old slowly, but Wu Huo seems to have become a myth of immortality, and the wind and rain of twenty years have not stayed on his face.

"I am the high priest of the Witch Clan, the being closest to heaven and earth. How simple it is to keep my appearance unchanged!"

Wu Huo, on the other hand, was confident and did not take this matter seriously at all.

However, his appearance has not changed. In fact, it is because of the black and blue blood, the wriggling blood that kept him where he was twenty years ago.

But the consequence of doing so was that he would have to endure a lot of pain, but without doing so he would not be able to master the art of sacrifice.

For today, all the pain is worth it, at least that's what Wu Huo thinks.

"Although the art of sacrifice is powerful, it is not that easy to defeat me easily!"

Wei Zifu's eyes were cold, and a strange wave appeared on his wrinkled face.

The crutch and club in his hand actually stood directly in the air, and the canes stretched out and competed with each other. All these visions were supported by his spiritual power.

The reason why Wei Zifu did this is very simple. He wanted the technique of spring to bloom from dead trees to defeat the sacrificial technique of witchcraft. After all, spring from dead trees has roots deep into the earth.

The cane and mallet that was originally just a piece of dead wood was completely rejuvenated at this moment and became lush and green.

On the contrary, it is easier for plants to take root than to sprout. They always take root first and then sprout because they need nutrients.

But Wei Zifu's crutch and stick are different. It does not need the roots to provide nutrients, because Wei Zifu can directly transmit spiritual power.

The reason why it takes root is to break the barrier of the sacrificial technique!

Wu Fu naturally knew Wei Zifu's intention, and his face turned cold. The terrifying black energy filled the air and kept rushing towards Wei Zifu. The surrounding area was directly covered by the black energy.

Not only that, the witch also chanted a spell, and the heaven and earth suddenly changed, as if the end of the world was coming, and there was an extremely deep darkness among the clouds.

This spell is directly like magic power, blessing the sacrificial technique, but inside the barrier, it becomes a different world.

Countless demons appeared and rushed towards Wei Zifu, bound to tear him into pieces.

These demons are nothing but nothingness. Even if they are broken, they will continue to evolve. This is equivalent to a bottomless pit, frantically consuming Wei Zifu's spiritual power.

But Wei Zifu had no choice at all. He was trapped in the sacrificial technique, unable to escape, unable to solve the root cause, and could only struggle with the demons he had transformed into.

But the crutches and clubs require spiritual power, which is equivalent to a double squeeze, and even the iron body cannot bear it.

Wei Zifu began to feel that his spiritual power was lacking, and his body was a little weak. The devil actually injured him, and his arms were dripping with blood.

Seeing this scene, Wu Fu showed an exaggerated smile, and the blood on his face squirmed even more, taking advantage of his illness to kill him.

"Wei Zifu, give me the sacrificial technique of turning blood into water to nourish me!"

There was a loud sound of witchcraft, and a spiritual force like the law of darkness surged towards the sacrificial technique, and it struck Wei Zifu directly on the chest like a palm.

Wei Zifu vomited blood and felt sluggish all over. Now he was unable to resist the attack of the demon phantom, and he could no longer provide spiritual power for the crutches and clubs.

The crutch and club that had already taken root suddenly stopped at this moment. The bright flowers withered immediately, the vines also became dry, the rhizomes began to shrink, and the club became sarcoma.

Now Wei Zifu could no longer break the sacrificial technique, and was completely defeated.

Countless demons rushed towards Wei Zifu, trying to cut him into pieces, and then turn his flesh and blood into blood and water to nourish and sacrifice.

"Wei Zifu, farewell!"

Wu Fu became extremely calm at this moment. His laughter before was considered as venting his anger, but now he became happy, angry and not sad.

His former enemy was about to die. He had worked hard for twenty years and finally succeeded. At this moment, he suddenly became extremely relaxed.